Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7644 | 2019-11-17 06:42:52 | 104.74 | 99% |
| 7372 | 2019-10-12 20:54:09 | 81.01 | 97% |
| 5868 | 2019-08-27 02:45:28 | 114.54 | 99% |